The Hot Springs star. (Hot Spings [Hot Springs], Dakota [Dakota Territory, i.e. S.D.]) 1886-189?, 1887-12-23
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49, little hollow II
tho floor, where I had seen the lcapina
lame. but the fire was IL now. They fell
upon the white form stretched there be,
meath It's w%rappings upon its bed Of stone,
upon the frctted carving Of tho tomb, aud
upon mother shelf of stone opposite the
one on which the body lay, and separated
iron it by the breadth of the cave.
Here" went OH Aycsha, layingh her hand
upon the rock-"herch have l slept night by
night for all these generations, with but q
Cloak TO cover me. 1t did not become me
that should lie soft. when my spouse yon-
der" and she pointed to the rigid form,
LAY stiff in death. Here night by night
have slept in his cold company, till, thou
scest, this thick slab, like the stairs down
which We passed, has worn thin with the
tossing of my fornl-so faithful have I been
to thee even in thy space OF sleep, Kalli-
krates. And now, my love, thou shalt see
a wonderful thing-living, thou shalt be-
hold thyself deaG-fcr well have I tended
thee during all these years, kallikrates.
Art thou prepared!"
We made no answer, but gazed at each
other with frightened eyes, tho whole
scene was so dreadful and SO solemn. Aye
sfa advanced, and laid her hand upon the
corner of the shroul, and once more spoke.
lie not a%tfrightcd," she slid. "Tllough
the thing seem wonderful to tllcc-all we
who live have thus lived before; nor is the
Very shape that holds us q stranger to the
sun. Only we know it not, because NOM
DRY writes no record, and earth hath gath
cred in the Garth she lent us, for none have
saved u glory from the grave. But ], by
my arts and by the arts OF those dead men
of kor which I have learned, have held
thee back, oh, Kallilirates, from tho dust,
That the waxy stamp of beauty on thy face
should ever rest before mine eye. Twas
q Mus. that memory might fill, serving to
fashion ont thy presence from the past,
and give il strength to wander in the hwb-
itations of my thought. cladin amummcry
OF life that stayed my appetite with Wis
ions OF dead days.
Behold now, let the dead and living
meet! Across the gulf of Time they still
are enc. Time hath no powcr against Iden-
tity, though sleep in mercy hath blottcd
CUT the tablets OF orr mind, and with OBJ
lIvion sealed the sorroTTsu up tI.at else would
hound us on from life To lie, .tvifiing The
Drain with gathered m;scry Till il. burst in
the madness CT UtteIiaost despair. Still
are they one. for the wiap:,iAci oil or sleep
shall rcll away rs tiiunacYclouls before
the Wind; tie frozen Voices Of the past shall
melt iii music like mountain SHOWS be-
meath the sun; ard tie weeping and the
laughter of Tie lost hour; s;.ali lie heard
once more swcctly e~clioin.., up The cliffs Of
iiniacasiraEle ti'ac.
NY, the sleep SHALL roll away, and the
Voice shall be heard, when down the com
plctsI Chain. whereof ON. cnc,, rr;sf..ncp Ia
u link, the Lightning OF the Spirit hath
passed 10 work OK t2.e purpose of cur be-
ing; Gt;icisenimfs and fEsiMgi iiosc separated
days CT Life. and shaping them to :. staff
whereon NC may sa!ely lean as wo wcnd
TO our appointed fate.
"rhcrelorc llavc no fear, Eallikrates,
when tiiou-ii.ia;s, ami but lately horn
siialt Look upon 1il;ne own departed SELF,